ek thi ladki
ek thi ladki meri saheli, sath pali aur sath hi kheli
phulo jaise gaal the uske, resham jaise baal the uske

hansti thi aur gaati thi vo, sabke man ko bhati thi vo
jhalardar skirt pehan ke, jab chlti thi vo ban than ke
hum usko gudiyan kahte the, rango ki pudiya kehte the
saari school ki pyaari thi vo, nanhi raajkumari thi vo

ek din usne bholepan se, puchha ye papa se jaa ke
ab main khush rahti hun jaise, sada hi kya rahungi aise

papa bole meri bachhi, baat bataun tujh ko sachhi
kal ki baat naa koi jaane, kehte hai ye sabhi sayane
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga

bachpan beeta aayi jawani, ladki ban gayi rup ki rani
college me ithlaati firti, balkhaati lahraati firti

ek sundar chanchal ladke ke
chhup-chhup kar chupke-chupke se
ladki ki tasvir banai, aur ye kah kar use dikhai
is par apna naam to likh do, chhota sa paigam to likh do
ladki pahle to sharmai, fir man hi man me muskaayi

deni ek tasvir tumhari, maine bhi dil me utaari
bolo is par naam likhoge, tum bhi kuch paigam likhoge
ladka bola naam bhi ek hai, ab apna piagam bhi ek hai
ab to dono gaate firte, masti me lahraati firti

ek din usne bholepan se, puchha ye apne sajan se
ab main khush rahti hun jaise, sada hi kya rahungi aise

usne kaha ki meri rani, itni baat hai maine jaani
kal ki baat naa koi jaane, kehte hai ye sabhi sayane
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga

(2nd version)
ik pardesi dur se aaya, ladki par haq apna jataya
ghar waalo ne haami bhar di, pardesi ki marazi kar di

pyaar ke waade huye naa pure, rah gaye saare khwaab adhure
chhod ke saathi aur hamsaaye, chal di ladki desh paraye
do banho ke haar ne roka, vaado ki diwaar ne roka
ghayal dil ka pyaar pukara, aanchal ka har taar pukara

par ladki kuch munh se na boli, patthar ban kar gair ki ho li
ab gumsum hairan si hai wo, mujhse bhi anjaan si hai wo

jab bhi dekho chup rahti hai, kahti hai to ye kahti hai
kal ki baat naa koi jaane, kehte hai ye sabhi sayane
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga
ye mat socho kal kya hoga, jo bhi hoga achha hoga

There was a girl, my friend indeed,
With laughter light, a playful seed.
Cheeks like blooms, a silken grace,
She danced and sang in every place.
In skirts of fringe, a vibrant hue,
We called her doll, a rainbow new.
The school adored, a princess bright,
She shone, a star, in morning light.

One day, with innocence so deep,
She asked her father, secrets to keep:
"As joy surrounds me, will it stay?
Will every dawn be bright as day?"
Her father said, my child so dear,
A truth I whisper in your ear:
"Tomorrow's path, no one can see,
The wise have said, 'Let be, let be.'
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings.
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings."

Childhood passed, youth took its flight,
A queen of beauty, bathed in light.
Through college halls, she'd gaily sway,
Her laughter echoing every day.

A handsome, vibrant youth then came,
And secretly, he spoke her name.
He sketched her face, a hidden art,
And offered it, a beating heart.
"Upon this form, your name you'll write,
A gentle message, pure and bright."
She blushed, then smiled, a playful gleam,
"Your image, too, within my dream.
Will you in turn, your name impart,
And pen a message from your heart?"
The youth declared, our names one now,
Our message, whispered, here and how.
Together then, they'd laugh and roam,
Their hearts entwined, a joyful home.

One day, with trust, she softly sighed,
To her beloved, close beside:
"As happiness now fills my breast,
Will joy remain, and give me rest?"
He said, my queen, my heart's desire,
This truth, I speak, with inner fire:
"Tomorrow's path, no one can see,
The wise have said, 'Let be, let be.'
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings.
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings."

A stranger came, from distant lands,
And claimed her hand, with binding strands.
Her family, they gave their word,
To his decree, their hearts were stirred.
Promises of love, unkept they lay,
Dreams shattered, fading day by day.
She left her friends, her kindred near,
To distant lands, consumed by fear.
Two arms, a binding, loving hold,
A wall of vows, a story told.
A wounded heart, its love did call,
Her veil, her clothes, did speak to all.
But silent, she, her spirit bound,
A stranger's bride, on barren ground.
Now lost and stunned, she looks away,
A stranger to me, day by day.
When she speaks, a whisper sighs,
"Tomorrow's path, before me lies,
The wise have said, 'Let be, let be.'
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings.
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings.
Don't dwell on what the future brings,
For all that comes, a good thing sings."